It’s that time of the year where I don’t sleep on Xmas Eve. To overcome the lifelong pattern, this year I even took a sleeping pill but it didn't work. My brain decided not to comply and I was awake as I am every Christmas Eve, ever since I was ten years old. The excitement of the night before presents and the morning gathering outside the lounge door, asking our parents ‘has he been?’ still sits deep within me. I’m not far off 55 and all these years later I feel the same level of excited anticipation.
So, about three hours of sleep later, on Christmas Day I am out of bed, calling my family and friends abroad. As usual, I open a bottle of Spanish Cava and pour myself a glass for breakfast. This year I missed breakfast because I was full from the mince pie and piece of cake I ate in the middle of the night.
I got super presents. I won’t list them, like a ten year old might but suffice it to say my hubster buys the best surprises.
We made it through the recent cyclone and subsequent flooding. Our little place is in the yellow zone - dry streets. Hubster was so prepared, we had two generators, fuel, food, batteries and inverters. We were able to watch videos, plug in the microwave and a low watt kettle and keep the fridge cool. Also had little battery operated radio to keep abreast of disaster info channel. Showers were cold.
The devastation to some parts is considerable; many people have lost their possessions due to flood damage.
Cooking fake / vegan duck tonight, with a creamy cranberry sauce and button mushrooms on red lentil pasta with a green salad with red capsicum strips, little tomatoes and pomegranate. Should be lovely. Entertaining tonight.
Here’s a great quote for the time of year. - not sure who wrote it …
The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot.
Stay well peeps and be kind to yourselves and each other.